"Me And Lazarus" lyrics - IRON & WINE

IRON & WINE
"Me And Lazarus"
(Sam Beam)

Me and Lazarus, we shoveled all the ashes out
Black bed linens blowing around
Back and forth and up and down
Oh whoa, whoa, guess I had nowhere else to go

Me and Lazarus kept bailing out that riverboat
Floating by the choir robes
Bobbing in the ebb and flow
Oh whoa, whoa, guess I had nowhere else to go

[Hook:]
He's an emancipated punk and he can dance
But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants
Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances
Whoa, whoa

Me and Lazarus, fed her with a baby spoon
Fever flowin' through the room
Far too long and way too soon
Oh whoa, whoa, guess I had nowhere else to go

Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues
Hand-me-downs and Sunday shoes
But never made the local news
Oh whoa, whoa, guess I had nowhere else to go

[Hook:]
And I'm a liberated loser that can roll
But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole
A couple second chances surely would console me
Whoa, whoa, whoa